Camila's eyes met his, her expression both earnest and loving. "It's something else," she explained, her voice carrying a sense of importance. "But I can't discuss it properly in this position. Let me finish the dishes, and then we can sit down and talk, babe."Ethan nodded understandingly, a mix of curiosity and patience in his gaze. "Of course," he replied, his voice gentle yet eager. "Take your time. I'll be waiting."With a smile, Camila returned her attention to the dishes, the clinking sounds of plates and utensils serving as a backdrop to her thoughts. As she scrubbed away at the dishes, Camila's mind raced, contemplating the words she would choose, and the emotions she would convey. She longed for a moment of clarity, a chance to express her thoughts and fears openly to Ethan, Hoping that their bond could withstand even the most challenging discussions.With each plate, she dried and every dish she put away, Camila grew more resolved. Soon, she would share her heart with Eth
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